America’s Vestibule; it’s Breezy in here

It is early in the AM at the hunkered down Midwestern Regional Offices™ for the once and hopefully future industrial-grade snark dispensary: Sadly,No! And I just got up. As in, (is there still coffee in the pot?) cool! Might as well get up, heat some up and listen to the sounds of a spring morning in a charming University town in Gilead in the state from which comes our once and future king Penceslas™!

On a morning like this, well most of them recently, to be perfectly honest, start this way…Heat up or make some effing coffee and catch up on any fresh hell that might have transpired while off the clock (my nickname for sleep, when she will have me, that is); which means getting on line and discovering that the Internet still works, the lights are still on; and if lucky: Finding the adolescent feline beast a-purr in bed next to me as happened to be the case a few some odd minutes ago. Following that a quick dash across the ‘trons is in order and a catchup and cleanup of previous threads in which I may have left traces or questions unanswered when I bounced.

That finished I decided to look in on Mr Edroso, as it had been a couple of days and whenever we happen to luck into his graces is a good day whether at the Voice or at his own Place. Which is where this morning started with a post titled: YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME EASY? Graced with a picture of Olivier from his turn in a movie that I believe is called the Marathon man, a mid seventies think piece and possibly one of the better films of the era and a veritable South African Diamond mine or Memetic Trope-ulon if you will for that late 20th century Cold War catch in our collective throat, that we thought we might clear out with a healthy cough that phlegmed out Reagan, and since that didn’t work and because we have gone round the bend once again we Try, once again Hacking and Wheezing and finally coughing up Trump.

So I manage to get to the front page, see the picture of Olivier and get this far before firing up this tab

Don’t get your hopes up. As I keep saying, he gives them the policies they want, and they let him grift; that’s the arrangement. Why would they blow the deal now?

I know, Pence; but the American people — or at least a near-plurality of them — didn’t vote for Barebones Feargod; most of them findsmall-smiling Mother-wived Bible creeps like him as repulsive as you do; if they didn’t, they’d have nominated Ted Cruz.

The whole thing is a well engineered delivery system for a finely…not gonna get that one to port sings! But this small-smiling Mother-wived bible creeps along with Barebones Feargod are two for the ages in one clause. They stopped me in my tracks and motivated me to pen this nonsense…So I should probably finish the piece, get back to sleep, give this one a look or walk through upon waking. I swear to dog, if that had been my only exposure to the wonder that is Roy, coming across a reminder would always bring a smile to my face….Thanks man!


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I’m hearing that Ailes’ cause of death was a blood clot, resulting from his falling and hitting his head last week. I don’t like to take enjoyment from the suffering of others but I can’t help but appreciate the poetic justice of his succumbing to a fatal faceplant.


DKW, it is with some small regret that your comment and the detail it added to the picture of the tragedy and its reading produced a sliver of a grin on my face, until it occurred to me that he was probably for all intents dead when he hit the ground…..(2c’s2r’s)


Schadenfreude is one of the few free entertainment options open to the common people!


The below is a little spam for the fix…Not exactly sure what sir spamalot’s actual intent in this case is with sharing this with us but do with it what you will, suffice it to say it is not worthy of mockery

And to the carrier pigeon with the pithy nick, aka: FYWP (ha! the urn!) you comment here at our sufferance, have a pat on the back a participation trophy and a hearty ‘thanks for playing’ and next time, lose the training wheels and bring something related to the game that is being played!

TIA, and best,


And anybody is an expert on the “laughingstock” thing, it’d be the overweight 70-year-old orange guy with the bleach blond combover and the tie hanging down to his knees…


I like the turn there SG, and you’d be right, but I am still dificultizing with the fact that ‘it’ drools on ‘we’…This flash-bang and the attended nothing to see here move along response from all of the quarters, save a few left on the intertrons still has me befuddled (just added two words to the dictionary, will probably make use of them again) but yeah Feeling you, and also needing some coffee of which we are currently out….



Jesus, this place is as dead as Andrew Breitbart.

I’ll never survive until impeachment at this rate.

My dear fellow Sadlies, you are simply going to have to step up the snark production level a bit, that’s all there is to it.


It’s almost as if you can actually hear the sound of some guy flogging a dead horse…

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